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“We ready?” Steve asked, his hand prepared to open the car door. Hope looked resolute as ever beside him, but Scott…
“They won’t stop hounding us after this.”
“They won’t stop hounding us now,” said Hope sensibly. It was true. The press had been having a field day with them for months. Constant headlines and internet gossip about how America’s once golden boy had driven a wedge between the shrinking duo.
Tonight’s Pym Tech gala appearance was meant to put an end to it, or at least show them all just how wrong they’d gotten it.
The trio talked it over countless times. They agreed. Only now, Scott got cold feet.
“I know, I just – ” He shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“Scott, listen,” Steve said, firm, but gentle, waiting until the other man’s gaze met his before he continued. “We’ll be okay. No matter what happens, we have each other and we’re not alone in this.” As he spoke, he felt Hope thread her fingers through his, knew her other hand did the same to Scott and Steve saw the worry melt from Scott’s face until it was replaced with a soft smile.
“Why you gotta make me want to kiss you when you’re all the way over there?”
With the tension undone by their collective laughter, Hope planted a kiss on Scott’s cheek and gave Steve’s hand a squeeze. “Okay, now open the door before he changes his mind again.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
More laughter poured from the car as Steve led the way and they walked the red carpet hand in hand, their smiles bright.